I’m different. Not that clever, not that stupid.
I couldn’t give a shit about what people say and think of me.
I’m fierce and benevolent, at the same time.
I don’t like people telling me and forcing me to do stuff.
I deliberately choose to be happy most of the time or at least trying to be.
I’m a bathroom star singer and a frustrated dancer.
I’m an act provider. Friend’s love advisor. Fight starter.
I’m not the girl your mama warned you about.
I am God’s follower and lover.